An odd mutinous gleam came into her eyes.
"Must I remind you that I am at liberty to do as I like in my own house?" she said monotonously.
"I don't think I have made myself clear, Thérèse. I am not arguing; I am telling you that Holliday must keep away."
He was anxious to go. The scene and her scent nauseated him.
"And suppose I do not choose to do as you say? What then?"
"I'm sorry you asked that, but of course I'll answer it. If I catch Holliday here again, I shall quite simply tell my father all that I know about you and him. You may be sure he will divorce you."
She made no sign beyond a little intake of her breath and a dilation of her nostrils.
"That is a threat, is it not?"
"Of course it's a threat. It is the only way one is able to deal with a woman like you," he retorted, too irate to soften his words.
"I see."